Tuesday, October 9, 2018

Tangled Web by Gail Z. Martin

Tangled Web
Deadly Curiosities
Book Three
Gail Z. Martin

Genre: Urban Fantasy

Publisher: SOL Publishing

Date of Publication: May 10, 2018

ISBN: 978-1939704719
ASIN: B07D1C6Y55

Number of pages: 242
Word Count: 73,000

Cover Artist: Lou Harper

Tagline: Keeping Charleston—and the world—safe from supernatural threats one cursed object at a time!

Book Description:

Cassidy Kincaide runs Trifles & Folly in modern-day Charleston, an antiques and curios shop with a dangerous secret. Cassidy can read the history of objects by touching them and along with her business partners Teag, who is a Weaver witch and Sorren, a 600-year-old vampire, they get rid of cursed objects and keep Charleston and the world safe from supernatural threats.

When zombies rise in Charleston cemeteries, dead men fall from the sky, and the whole city succumbs to the “grouch flu,” Cassidy, Teag, and Sorren suspect a vengeful dark witch who is gunning for Teag and planning to unleash an ancient horror. Cassidy, Teag, and Sorren—and all their supernatural allies—will need magic, cunning, and the help of a Viking demi-goddess to survive the battle with a malicious witch and an ancient Norse warlock to keep Charleston—and the whole East Coast—from becoming the prey of the Master of the Hunt.

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Web – Chapter Two Excerpt

“So you brought
an audience this time, Teag? I didn’t know our lessons were so entertaining.”
Mrs. Teller gave me a big smile and hugged me tight. I got a hug from Niella,
her daughter, as well. Mrs. Teller led us into a room she had repurposed as her
studio and motioned for Teag and me to have a seat. Niella came in a few
minutes later with a tray that held a pitcher of sweet tea and four glasses,
and she put it on a side table.
“So are you here
to see what this boy’s been up to, or are you thinking to learn some weaving
yourself, huh?” Mrs. Teller fixed me with a gaze that seemed to see right down
to my bones. She was in her late sixties, with short hair sprinkled with gray,
mahogany skin that showed no signs of aging, and piercing black eyes. Niella
took after her, in her looks, her lilting accent, and her talents.
“I think I’ve
got enough with my touch magic,” I replied. “I’m leaving the Weaving to you.”
Mrs. Teller and
Niella are some of the best sweetgrass basket makers in Charleston. They have a
regular spot down at the Charleston City Market, and their baskets fetch high
prices—for good reason. Not only are they true artists with a difficult craft,
but Mrs. Teller’s Weaver magic gives a “little something extra” to all of her
creations. Oh, and she’s also a damn fine Hoodoo worker, a Root woman of high
Mrs. Teller
laughed, a rich, throaty sound. “Let me know if you change your mind.”
I glanced up at
Niella and thought she looked more tired than usual. “Have things been busier
than usual?” I left it up to interpretation whether “things” meant the market
or the Hoodoo.
“Well now,
that’s a tale in itself,” Mrs. Teller said. Out of habit, she picked up an
unfinished sweetgrass braid, and her fingers flew while she talked. Teag took
down a half-woven basket of his own from a shelf and returned to sit next to
me. Where Mrs. Teller’s muscle memory was born from more than a half-century of
practice, enabling her to bend and twist the sharp dried grass without slicing
up her fingers, Teag moved with careful caution. He’d learned the hard way, and
I’d seen him come into the shop with fingers covered in bandages more than
“Fill us in,” I
begged. Sharing information was essential for those of us in the supernatural
community in Charleston, and Mrs. Teller ran in some circles that Teag and I
usually weren’t part of.
brewing,” Mrs. Teller said, and Niella settled into a chair beside her, picking
up her own half-done basket to work while we talked. “People can feel it
coming, like a storm over the ocean.” The sweet, earthy smell of the seagrass
filled the air.
“What kind of
trouble?” I asked. Teag’s focus was on his basket, and I knew he juggled both
the complexity of working the stubborn grass, as well as the magic he channeled
through the weaving. He might be listening, but he had too much going on to
“Don’t know yet,
that’s the truth of it,” she replied. Her Lowcountry accent rounded her vowels
and softened her consonants, and added a musical quality that I found
mesmerizing. “But it’s big. I feel that in my bones, and my bones don’t lie.”
I tried to track
how she wove the sweetgrass, but her fingers practically blurred with the speed
of experience. Even without handling the baskets, I knew they projected a calm,
protective resonance that probably attracted buyers as much as the beauty of
her craftwork. The baskets of hers that I owned were some of my favorite
decorations because they always made me feel better being around them.
“Just a feeling,
or have you seen something?” I pressed.
“What I’ve seen
is people making a beeline to my door, asking me for gris-gris bags and goofer
dust,” she said. “Folks be saying that they can’t sleep, or that they hear
noises but nothing’s there, or they catch a glimpse of shadows out of the
corner of their eye.” She shook her head. “Uh, uh,” she tutted. “That’s not
good. Not good at all. So I fix them up best I can, show them how to put down
the dust or put a dime in their shoe or fix their mojo bag and send them on
their way, and the next day, I got twice as many people waiting for me, because
they all told their friends.”
While the boom
was good for business, I knew that whatever had people unnerved sounded like
the kind of problem that landed in my lap, sooner or later. Sorren is part of
the Alliance, a secret organization of mortals and immortals that take care of
supernatural threats. He founded Trifles and Folly with my ancestor nearly
three-hundred-and-fifty years ago, and our store is one of dozens Sorren has
all over the world. The stores serve as outposts to get dangerous magical or
haunted items out of circulation and shut down things that go bump in the night.
“What kind of
bad dreams?” I asked, although I couldn’t resist a glance in Teag’s direction,
but he never looked up from his work. “Is there a common thread?”
Mrs. Teller
shrugged. “There’re all nightmares, for sure. Most people won’t speak of their dreams
because they think saying it out loud gives the dreams power. Maybe so, maybe
not. But the ones who would say told me they were being chased, in the dark,
but they couldn’t see what was behind them. Except for red eyes.”
Teag didn’t say
anything, but he swallowed hard, and his fingers paused for a few seconds.

I swallowed
hard, too. “Yikes,” I managed. “Any idea what might cause that?”

About the Author:

Gail Z. Martin writes urban fantasy, epic fantasy and steampunk for Solaris Books, Orbit Books, Falstaff Books, SOL Publishing and Darkwind Press. Urban fantasy series include Deadly Curiosities and the Night Vigil (Sons of Darkness). Epic fantasy series include Darkhurst, the Chronicles Of The Necromancer, the Fallen Kings Cycle, the Ascendant Kingdoms Saga, and the Assassins of Landria. Newest titles include Tangled Web, Vengeance, The Dark Road, and Assassin’s Honor. As Morgan Brice, she writes urban fantasy MM paranormal romance. Books include Witchbane and Badlands.

Twitter: @GailZMartin

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 Interview with Gail Z. Martin, Tangled Web tour
Do your characters seem to hijack the story or do you feel like you have the reins of the story?
It depends. There’s always some hijacking, because I’ll think of funny comments, or just the right plot twist as I’m writing, and that comes up in the process, not planned in advance. At the same time, I do a pretty detailed outline so I know where the overall story is going and the books don’t tend to go off track from that. So It’s kind of a combination.
Convince us why you feel your book is a must read.
If you like books about haunted and cursed objects, spooky secrets and supernatural threats, Tangled Web and the Deadly Curiosities series are for you. Action, adventure, ghosts, legends and magic weave together for an exciting story set in Charleston, SC. Beautiful, historic, haunted Charleston is very much a character in the books, and the series couldn’t be set anywhere else because the city is so much a part of the story.
Cassidy Kincaide, the main character, can read the history and magic of objects by touching them. She runs Trifles and Folly, a 350 year-old antique shop that is really a cover for an alliance of mortals and immortals who protect the world from supernatural threats. Teag Logan is her best friend, assistant store manager, and sometime bodyguard. In Tangled Web, Teag takes center stage because an ancient evil has singled him out for destruction due to his Weaver magic—the ability to weave spells into cloth and data into information (he’s a heck of a hacker). Cassidy and Teag have some friends and allies with powerful psychic and magical abilities, and it’s going to take all the help they can get to hold off this new threat to Charleston and the whole East Coast!
Have you written any other books that are not published?
I have several new books coming up that aren’t out yet. Sons of Darkness is the first in my new Night Vigil dark urban fantasy series, about an ex-priest and a former FBI agent who hunt demons in Pittsburgh. That book will be out in the next few weeks. Then on October 23, Assassin’s Honor, the first in my new epic fantasy series Assassins of Landria, will debut. It’s a buddy flick epic fantasy—think Butch and Sundance as medieval assassins.
Morgan Brice is my romance pen name for urban fantasy male/male paranormal romance. Dark Rivers is the second book in my Witchbane series, which follows Seth Tanner and his partner Evan Malone around the country as they hunt a coven of dark warlocks to avenge the murder of Seth’s brother. Badlands is the first book in a different series, set in Myrtle Beach, and it features psychic medium Simon Kincaide and skeptical cop Vic D’Amato teaming up to hunt down supernatural criminals. There will be a Halloween short story (Restless Nights), a Christmas novella (Lucky Town) coming in November, and a new novel, The Rising, coming in January.

Pen or type writer or computer?
I often do the original conceptualizing/outline in pen, but I do everything else on computer. I did use a typewriter for the early drafts of my first book, The Summoner!
Anything you would like to say to your readers and fans?

I really hope you’ll check out Tangled Web and the Deadly Curiosities series! In addition to the novels, there are two collections of short stories/novellas, Trifles and Folly plus Trifles and Folly 2. The stories are like extra episodes that occur before, between and around the books. You don’t have to read them to enjoy the books, but you’ll pick up extra information about many of the secondary characters!

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